This is a song about "Lovers in the stars"

My driver's out of this world, you playing bumper cars

This blaze in my bars, needs a place in the stars

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

I got more hats than the sky's got stars

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

I grew up in new orleans, ball players and rhyme stars,

Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed with everything

The stars is in the building, they hands is to the ceiling

I suggest you do it, and aim for the stars

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

And baby we could carve our names into the stars

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

Imma look at the stars,

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

Even though in nola we either ball or give rhyme stars,